A good night's sleep...that's how it all starts. Sure, take a nap, snooze a couple times, maybe lag a little late to work. They never notice - not in this town. A little more gas in the tank never hurt anyone, given all that's going on this week.

That's what I thought too, until she walked in.

Every bit of six feet tall, bright orange shoes, with an ass that hit the ground with every other step. And all on one leg. I was just fine, until she showed up. Pistols. She had to be pistols. For a one-legged broad she was plenty good at kickin my ass.